Girl In Boots



She is fearless, holds life by its neck,
She is brave, with breath of volcanoes,
She is schooled in modernity, unschooled of slaving traditions,
She is just a bird free, freely soaring above male-chauvinism.
She is a girl in boots.

She is cunning, conforms the world to her standards,
She is bright witted, outsmarts women-degrading testaments,
She is judge and jury, never waits to be slapped,
She is as swift as wind, that whistles her own triumphs unapologetically,
She is a girl in boots.

She is breath-takingly fair; roses do envy her skin,
She is fearfully sculptured, a carving no sane eye would resist,
She has no take in mediocrity, sophistication is her tune,
She is a beauty; one that stars, as if poisoned with folly, uncontrollably stare,
She is a girl in boots.

She is purposeful, a key brush in the painting of the future,
She is a hard-worker, and the survival of the world rests on her shoulders,
She is not one to keep quiet, when moving speeches are yearned,
She is not one to close her eyes, when liberatory visions are thirsted for.

She is a girl in boots, and unconventional are her ways.
Gerry Sikazwe

Picture By: Vantage Point
Model: Angelina Shamz

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